Chapter 600: School Days (Part 2) (Edited)

Throw it!

Tom tossed Hermione onto the soft bed and removed the towel that enveloped her.

Hermione covered her exposed skin in embarrassment, but there were so many parts to cover that she couldn't do it with both hands.

"Do you want your clothes?" Tom displayed a mischievous smile and pulled out a pair of black pants from the clothes he had brought.

Hermione: !!!

"Give that back to me!" She exclaimed hurriedly, not caring to cover herself, and tried to snatch them away with an outstretched hand. However, she quickly realized the problem and her face showed a bit of embarrassment.

At that moment, an idea came to her, and she grabbed the bed sheets to solve the problem of staying warm.

Hermione: [Steamy girl image].

"I see you've been eating a lot of apples."

Hermione: ???

The comment confused Hermione for a moment.

"You know?" Tom toyed with Hermione's clothes as he explained, "it's the story of Adam and Eve."

"Of course, I know." Hermione rolled her eyes. How could a girl who grew up in London not have heard of the story of Adam and Eve and their biting of the forbidden fruit? Then she understood: after Adam and Eve ate the apple, they gained God's wisdom and also felt shame. Seeing each other naked, they were embarrassed and used fig leaves to cover themselves. That's how humans invented clothing.

"You're not Adam; you're the devil incarnate serpent," Hermione stared at Tom, but due to his extreme adorability, her gaze lacked intimidation.

"Well, if you say I'm a serpent, then I am... but a big python or a little garden snake?" The boy displayed a mischievous smile, making the girl blush.

"You're... you're a worm!" Hermione stuck to her words, refusing to verbally back down.

Upon hearing the word "worm," Tom felt that Hermione needed a little encouragement to correct her perception.

He grabbed the girl's exposed foot and blew and tickled the sole of her foot, causing Hermione to squirm and giggle softly.

"Wait, stop! It tickles!"

Tom stopped his hand.

Hermione whispered, "You only know how to tease me!"

"Yes, I tease you, I'll tease you for the rest of my life," Tom lay down close to Hermione with an unabashed attitude and gently pinched the tip of her nose.

"Hmph, I don't want that," even though Hermione said that, in her heart, she felt sweet.

A lifetime? That... sounds good.

After graduating from Hogwarts, they could find a place to live together, get a quiet job, or even open a small shop. As they grew, they could save money together to buy a house in London. It would be great to settle in London, but if that wasn't possible, they would find a charming coastal town. If they didn't have enough money to buy a house, they could pay a down payment and then get a mortgage together, each paying half. Eventually, they would have their own home. By then, maybe they could have a child together, and the child's name would be...

Tom interrupted Hermione's thoughts before she could think of the child's name.

"Do you prefer London or a coastal town?" Hermione suddenly asked a very serious question.

Tom: ???

"They're both more or less the same... as for cities, I prefer Paris or Marseille. If it's a coastal town, Caen is a nice place. It's not far from the Normandy beaches, and sometimes you can find pretty shells on the beach."

Hermione: ...

"However, in comparison, I prefer this." Tom pulled out a long gray sock. Holding the tip with one hand and the heel with the other, he shook it a bit.

Hermione recognized it as the sock she had taken off while bathing and hadn't had time to wash yet.

"A clean girl wearing long socks all day... Merlin, I'd give a hundred galleons for one." Tom grinned mischievously and smelled it in front of Hermione.

"You're a pervert!" Hermione exclaimed indignantly. "Give it back quickly!"

"After spending so much time together... you should know, right?" After such close communication with his girlfriend, Tom began to loosen up and show his true inner self.

Hermione couldn't help but sigh: this guy is beyond redemption!

After teasing Hermione, Tom tossed the socks aside. Somehow, he felt particularly excited seeing Hermione blush.

"I'll help you relax a bit." After the tease, Tom knew that Hermione was probably exhausted today. So he decided to massage her to relieve stress.

First, he had Hermione lie down, bring her legs together, and place her hands on either side of her legs. Then he covered her with a thin blanket so she wouldn't feel cold or self-conscious. Afterward, his hand reached out to Hermione's long legs and began to massage them gently, occasionally moving them to adjust the joints.

"It feels so good!" Hermione thought this was some kind of inappropriate foreplay, but it turned out Tom was really helping her stretch her muscles and joints.

"He's so skilled with his hands." Hermione closed her eyes in satisfaction and realized that her boyfriend was truly a treasure.

A smooth, slow, rubbing, pressing, and tapping motion, that was Tom's massage magic formula. He gently combed the muscle fibers, released the stiff parts, and stimulated blood circulation.

After massaging her legs, Tom took Hermione's delicate feet and examined them seriously.

Delicate and tender, trembling slightly in the air, they seemed a bit shy. The pink nails had no adornments, but they were more beautiful than jewels. The white skin hadn't been specially treated, but it was smoother and tenderer than a boiled egg. A gold anklet hung on the ankle, over the soft skin, evoking images of jewels embedded in gold.

The young woman was in the most beautiful and youthful stage of her life; her feet seemed as soft as if they could wring out water. Perhaps these were the most beautiful feet on this planet.

Once there was a king who had his favorite concubine lie naked on a table for his subordinates to admire, and a proverbial phrase emerged: "horizontal jade body." Probably, those ministers had never seen Hermione.

Of course, he wouldn't allow others to see her; this beauty belonged only to him.

Tom wanted to touch the sole of her foot with his nose, as if a tired bird returned to its nest, and he wanted to caress her foot arch with his throat, like a dragonfly skimming the water. However, he didn't dare to move, fearing to disturb the young woman and ruin the artistic beauty. He simply massaged Hermione's foot sole gently, making her feel drowsy and relaxed.